Song Lyrics

Got to take in what I can.
There is no time to do what must be done,
While I do some thinking.
Sleeping is hard to come by,
So we'll all sit down and try to play in time,
And we feel like singing.
Talking to people in my way.

Blues were my favorite colour,
Til I looked around and found another song
That I felt like singing.
Trying so hard to reach you;
Playing what must be played, what must be sung
And it's what I'm singing.
Talking to people in my way.

Ian Anderson